She Laughs Last

Her family was to be her legacy until an angry mob murdered her only son.

North Carolina farm owner Gertrude Smith had dreamed of leaving a legacy—raising hardworking and socially-conscious children who would parent her grandchildren to become people who would change the world for the better. But hope faded when her unmarried son died tragically in the racially charged 1960s—then completely vanished when her only surviving child, a daughter, remained childless after marriage for twenty years.

That is, until Gertrude received a phone call from her forty-year-old daughter: "Momma, next summer you're going to become a grandmother! And not to just any baby—but one with a divine mission."

A special child. 

A dreamer. 

A baby girl.

But will another tragedy strike and bury Gertrude's dreams for an eternity, taking with it the seedling of her legacy, erasing the stories of her ancestors, and stopping a quiet Southern woman from leaving her mark on America—and maybe even the world?

"Here sleeps a girl with a head full of magical dreams, a heart full of wonder, and hands that will shape the world."

But dreams required strength. The strength to believe in what no one else could see. Should an elderly woman who lost her only son dare to dream again? Should you?

Find out by reading SHE LAUGHS LAST, a sweet story that mothers, grandmothers, and daughters will treasure for years to come.

If you knew your ending, how would you have lived your beginning?

Continue the Orphan Dreamer Saga―a transcontinental sweeping story where ANNE OF GREEN GABLES meets THE DA VINCI CODE inside the WAR ROOM. A twist of fate changes dreams, then impacts the destiny of an orphan and the future of humanity in SHE LAUGHS LAST, a short story set within a contemporary epic that defies time and takes readers from the 1960s into a future of what-ifs.

What if Indiana Jones were a naive girl born into a close-knit African-American family in the South—a girl destined to solve her own DA VINCI CODE but who would rather simply overcome the provincialism of her community and find her own ANNE-OF-GREEN-GABLES-style bosom friend?